The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master

  Chapter 22 cut him!

  The fifth-level spirit man, the long sword in his hand was infused with spiritual energy, and the sharp blade stabbed towards Beitinghuang with a white dazzling light.

  Bei Tinghuang stood still, causing the girls who were overwhelmed by her demeanor to cover their mouths, not daring to look.

  The tip of the sword came straight towards Beitinghuang's chest with a fierce momentum. On the high platform, the people in charge of the branch of the Beiting family all smiled slightly. It is best to confess this waste here today.

Although it's just a challenge, a sword has no eyes. This trash is so stupid that she doesn't even have the ability to protect herself. Since it's a challenge, she has the right not to let Bei Tinghao bring a sword on the stage, and she also has the right not to accept the challenge, but she doesn't seem to have anything. know the same.

  It seems that this trash can only live until the next moment.

Bei Tinghuang's footsteps took a particularly weird step on the ground, and the blade blessed by the aura could only stick to her chest and stretch forward. In the next second, her hand shot like lightning, and grabbed Bei Tinghao. The wrist, the tip of the sword was forced to face down, and swept out against his body.

"ah!"

A shrill scream resounded through the sky, and a little blood was spilled on the white jade paved street in front of Bei Tinghuang. At this moment, almost everyone on the field closed their eyes, and no one saw Bei Tinghuang. What exactly did he do, but the thing under Bei Tinghao's body was cut off by his own long sword.

  Man, the most precious part of a man is gone, is he still a man?

   There wasn't a single man present who didn't panic, and unconsciously clamped his legs a little tighter, and even the timid ones couldn't help reaching out their hands to cover the things between their legs.

  Master Ninth, how can you be so tough!

   "Bei Tinghuang, you..."

  Beiting Han jumped out from the stage. His younger brother originally had a five-star monster. If it wasn't for the sake of her being a waste, could he not summon it?

  This trash, when did he become so powerful? Without making a sound, with one move, one move, his brother was cut off.

Bei Tinghao's face was pale, sweat dripped from his forehead, he covered his body with his hands, his white robe had been dyed red, the red was dizzy round and round, he fell to the ground, non-stop Howling and rolling, in pain.

   "I'm sorry, I accidentally missed it!" Bei Tinghuang smiled lightly, picked up the long sword on the ground with her toes, and threw it away, "I didn't expect this sword to be so sharp, I don't have such a good thing!"

  The meaning is obvious, this sword is not hers, and Bei Tinghao's cutting has nothing to do with her.

  Plus, what she used to say about Mu Qingling before, others shouted at her, so why should she just stand still and let others beat and kill her?

  Shouldn't this person be so shameless for being cheap and being good-looking?

  Bei Tinghan was so angry that he was speechless, pointing at Bei Tinghuang's hand trembling again and again, "You, you, you..."

Bei Tingde watched helplessly that his youngest son would not be able to be a man from now on. He saw that Bei Tinghuang's eyes were poisoned, and it was terrible. churning. She has never been an impulsive person. If she dares to do this today, she has never been afraid of the future.

   "Ha, it's so lively today!"

   Just when Bei Tingde couldn't help but want to make a move, someone from behind the crowd broke the situation here again. An exquisite carriage, pulled by four white horned horses, with purple silk ribbons hanging from the four corners of the carriage, each with a huge night pearl hanging on it, high-profile luxury, full of dignity.

  (end of this chapter)